The Ungoogleable Michaelangelo

THE UNGOOGLEABLE IS THE NEW UNSPEAKABLE

Welcome to the weirderness,

I’m The Ungoogleable Michaelangelo, a Dutchborn/LA-based multi-media artist who can't be found with a traditional search engine. If you try you’re likely to just stumble upon pristine sistine chapels over-your-head and a cabal of ninja-turtles-all-the-way-down. I hide out in plain sight and in relative obscurity like a turtle-shy renaissance man surfing through the sewage of the NewAge.

I’m a void denizen, an abyssnessman, an interior decorator of the void. I’m a bardo bard, an astral minstrel, a paisley ontologist.

I’m a stand-up chameleon and a scroll-down comedian with a 6th sense of humor.

I’m a psychonautic explorer, a storyteller, a wordsmyth, a visual artist, a filmmaker, a songwriter, an actor, and a no-body who mindfully explores the fringes of where language meets reality with wit, wisdom, and whimsy.

My life is a celebration of all things surreal, sublime, and absurd!

You can find samples of all my various expressions--essences in image, sound and word--huddled together in the archival menu to your left.

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Boyoboy, that's a lot of pages! It's because instead of a big ego, I just have a bunch of little ones and they all strive to populate the web like propagative seeds, sown, scattered, and sung into the shadows like sunlight.

My alter egos have alter egos of their own.

In harmony we chant "my higher self has highered my lower self to do its dirty work!"

Holding hands like a barrel of monkeys the chain-gang of me is lowered down the infinite well.

Y'ever wonder what happens when you've faced the unspeakable, and pushed your language to its limits to try and express it? Have you ever forced your language to look over the "ledge of the known", let it off the leash and hope it'll fly?

Anyway, that's kind of what this Ayahuasca Monologue from 2014 is. Enjoy! Or don't. Dealer's choice!

This record is a genre-fluid synThesis of lyrically-driven story-songs, loaded with wit, whimsy, and wisdom. It's an alchemical comedy of cosmic proportions, an enigmaniacally mystical see-saw of seen and unseen, of gravity and levity. There are raps and rhapsodies; a simian space-opera, and an astro-gospel. There's a rock song about rocks, and a sea-shanty about sirens. The songs in this collection are a kind of slave-songs--let's call them "necro spirituals"--that strive to uplift and liberate the captive listener from the bondage of death's dreary promise by clanging its conventional shackles in a musical manner and making light of the dark arts.